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We know that Guru Gobind Singh Ji is One with God. Guru Ji says so in Bachittar Natak. But Guru Sahib Ji had so much nimarta that they would never openly liked acknowledge that they were AkalSaroop, but they were.

Take the sakhi of Guru Hargobind Sahib Ji. When they were going through a village a MataJi grabbed the reigns of Guru Ji’s horse and pleaded for a son. Guru Ji said that it is written in your lakhe that you will have no children. Mata Ji said “You can change my lakhe, are you not Akal yourself?” To this Guru Ji only smiled. To have answered they would have to have agreed with the question (as the Guru cannot lie) but on the other hand they did not want to openly acknowledge this, so they just smiled and asked an attendant for some paper and quill. Guru Ji wrote a 1 but because Guru Ji’s horse shifted his stance the 1 became a 7 and Mata Ji did have seven sons. Now, who can do this other then AkalPurkh Himself?

As for Jesus, Mohommed etc, I regard them as good souls, but that is all.

Anyone can do viakhia, as we see in gurdwaras every Sunday, but from whose atma it is spoken from has a great effect upon who is listening.

When Baba ji was doing viakhia you could hear a pin drop, the sangat was hanging on every word, why ? Because Babaji has kumai and that kumai of naam shines through every word they utter , Babajis every word was charged with ras.

This is the kirpa of AkalPurkh upon his Sants mahapurkhs, because it is the duty of a sant to japaa naam.

As Kabir Ji has said

kabeer saevaa ko dhue bhalae eaek sa(n)th eik raam ||

raam j dhaathaa mukath ko sa(n)th japaavai naam ||164||

It is great to do sewa of both the sant and God.

For only God can give you mukhti and the sant urges/helps to recite His naam.

I can still hear the dholki/shenay in my head now.

BhaJi,

<<< There are no angels or deities in Guru Nanak’s theology >>>

Please do not be offended, but where did you get this from ? There are angels (devtay) and demons (dhents) in Guru Ji’s theology. Guru Gobind Singh Ji even names some demons – Mehkhasur, Sumb, Nasumb.

Dharam Raj is as real as you and me. His form is huge, he will tower over you when one is presented to him, and his aids Chittar Gupt who have kept your account from the moment you were born will then recount every aspect of your life. Accordingly you will be dished out punishments for your actions.

There is a shabad by Bhagat Tarlochan which says that whatever your last thoughts are as you die that has a great bearing on what happens to your soul. If your last thoughts are of money you end up as a serpent, if your last thoughts are of you children you end up as a pig ………..

In this shabad Kabir Ji does not mince his words and gives it straight.

Kabeer, Maaroo:

Meditate in remembrance on the Lord, or else you will regret it in the end, O mind.

O sinful soul, you act in greed, but today or tomorrow, you will have to get up and leave. ||1||Pause||

Clinging to greed, you have wasted your life, deluded in the doubt of Maya.

Do not take pride in your wealth and youth; you shall crumble apart like dry paper. ||1||

When the Messenger of Death comes and grabs you by the hair, and knocks you down, on that day, you shall be powerless.

You do not remember the Lord, or vibrate upon Him in meditation, and you do not practice compassion; you shall be beaten on your face. ||2||

When the Righteous Judge of Dharma calls for your account, what face will you show Him then?

Says Kabeer, listen, O Saints: in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, you shall be saved. ||3||1||

Baba Ji are in Leeds today and tomorrow, I am sooooooo looking forward to going to the devaan this evening. :doh:

Quest4Akal,

you are right this is how the Sakhi goes, but I left the last bit out because some Singhs become a little too critical and will critisize and say this is not possible etc.

The phal of the Tuhi Tuhi's is as you say of all the tuhi tuhi's that Guru Sahib Ji's uchaared.

Benji, I am moorakh I know very little.

There is more to this world then meets the eye, as someone once said. When you go to sangat you are experiencing the power of naam/simran and just being in the presence of Guru Ki Sangat you are feeling this power, and from here emanate almost radiation like rays of naam which you are getting tuned to and you feel wonderful. When you are away from the sangat you are in separation from this power and you feel sad and longing and all worldly things feel ‘phicka.’, that is they feel tasteless compared to what you experience in Sangat. You may also notice that your bliss that you feel when in the sangat lasts after you leave but only for a short time. This is because your soul is being washed of sins and the murkiness is cleared a little and its almost like a weight being lifted. But alas, we live in Kalyug and the ‘gandh’ of the eyes, ears, mouth soon start to take its effect and that wonderful feeling soon dissipates. That is not to say that the power has weakened but it is we as receptors who fail to receive it. The plan is to keep going to satsangs and singing the praises of AkalPurk the more you do this the more AkalPurkh will bestow his blessing upon you and bring you closer. Remember, regard Guru Gobind Singh Ji as your true father and he will be with you with every step you take.

In the Akal Ustat, at the end of the verse of Tuv Prasadh, Laghu Naraj Chhand, paudhi 69, it ends with: Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi. (Only) There is you, There is you, There is you, There is you,There is you, There is you, There is you, There is you. Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi. (Only) There is you, There is you, There is you, There is you,There is you, There is you, There is you, There is you.

It is said that on the banks of the river Sutlej while Guru Gobind Singh Ji was composing the Akal Ustat he went into a deep trance state (smadhi) and so deeply emersed was he in Akal Purkhs glory that we continued to say 'Tuhi Tuhi, Tuhi Tuhi......' for hours. It is a tribute to the Sikh scribes who were writing down the bani as Guru Ji was composing it that they filled pages upon pages upon pages of 'Tuhi Tuhi..' When Guru Ji opened his eyes he decided in his wisdom only to use two lines of this so as to keep within the poetic structure of the composition.

Ghosts are mentioned in gurbani many times. Here is a shabad by Bhagat Tarlochan Ji.

At the very last moment, one who thinks of wealth, and dies in such thought,

shall be reincarnated over and over again, in the form of serpents. ||1||

O sister, do not forget the Name of the Lord of the Universe. ||Pause||

At the very last moment, he who thinks of women, and dies in such thoughts,

shall be reincarnated over and over again as a prostitute. ||2||

At the very last moment, one who thinks of his children, and dies in such thoughts,

shall be reincarnated over and over again as a pig. ||3||

At the very last moment, one who thinks of mansions, and dies in such thoughts,

shall be reincarnated over and over again as a ghost. ||4||

At the very last moment, one who thinks of the Lord, and dies in such thoughts,

says Trilochan, that man shall be liberated; the Lord shall abide in his heart. ||5||2||

Btw, Baba Ji will be in Leeds (UK) on 28th/29th June. Chapeltown gurdwara.

I thought I would share with you Part II of a series of articles I wrote a little while ago. It is meant to be a humorous piece on how some Sikhs live. It is not to be taken seriously.

Yesterday was a bit of a blur as I tried to open my eyes lying in bed with my head hanging off the side. “Ooh, my head” I whimpered. My head was still spinning a little as I staggered around trying to find my socks. Being s Sikh I never miss my nitname, so once again I stuck the Japji Sahib tape in the deck and switched it on and let it play in the background. Sunday today and that means Gurpurb day at the gurdwara.

I decided to get my wonky beard line around my jaw a little straighter, which took all of five minutes and I discarded the single earring in my left ear, it kinda looked a little un-Sikh like. Black shirt , black trousers and white socks are the order of the day and lets splash on that Old Spice !

As we got to the gurdwara I thought it best to take out the Jazzy Malkit B cd from the car stereo and put on Bhai Gurjinder Singh Sirinagar walley. That very bland kind of studio kirtan that all ragis do these days was just the answer. As we walked up to the gurdwara it was good to see Jagtar singh having recovered from yesterdays incident on the pavement. “Kindhaa?” I asked and simultaneously nodded my head in the traditional Sikh greeting. All along the way to the gurdwaras front doors I nodded my head and issued plenty of “Kindhaa’s?” to my yaars. “We’ll meet later” I shouted to Juggy. As I ushered Pritam Kaur towards the womens side I saw Jarnail Singh, the Gyani, coming towards me so I started a slow “Waheguru, waheguru, waheguru” in a low voice. Gyani Ji smiled “sat siri akal puttar” he said in a friendly voice “Sat siri akal Gyani ji” I said nearly bumping into his extended tum tum.

I walked inside reverently and made for the shoe racks, just behind me I heard two people taking off their shoes and putting them on the racks. I just made out one say to the other in a low voice “Radha-swami” and the other replied likewise. These lot really get on my nerves “If you are not Sikhs that what the you doing here ?” I thought , so after they left I swapped their shoes about on the racks “Lets see then find their raah now.” I chuckled at my little joke and looked around, when no body was looking I took out my handkerchief and walked over to the facing wall and wiped the gold plated plaque hanging with my name on it. I read it to myself for the umpteenth time “Sarwan Singh Majitha, donation of £500”. I swear people look at me differently now that my name is up in lights. These donation plaques really put me on the map in the community.

During the long wait in the queue to do ‘mutha take’ I checked out the ladies and made a note of my mates who had turned up. It was nearly my turn so I took my hand out of my pocket and looked at the contents, a fiver, a few pound coins and some small change. I said a little prayer “Guru Sahib Ji please make all my sorrows go away and grant me a son, wealth and lots of happiness” I put 20p in the goluck and did my mutha take.

I was quite looking forward to the langar actually. I sat near the back and exchanged stories about the jaloos with Jagtar and the others. The ragies on stage said something or other about placing ourselves at the feet of the guru, wasting our lives on frivolous things and not doing enough naam simran, but it kind of went in one ear and out of the other, especially as Juggy was telling me about the latest Bollywood movie he had received on pirate DVD.

Langar is a fantastic tradition isn’t it, all that free food and eat as much as you can?

I just happened to sit next to Gyani Ji who was on my left and Juggy on my right. “Did you know Puttar, langar is very sacred?” commented Gyani.

“Han-ji” I said.

“Are we meetin’ tonight innit ?” Juggy was asking,

“Sure thing” I said having to swing my head around.

“So sacred it is that one should eat it in moderation and not be greedy” carried on Gyani.

“What?” I said “ucha, han-ji” came my automatic reply.

“Yeh, three roties yaar, and lots of aloo paneer” I shouted at the sewathaar who as usual totally overlooked my pleading eyes for service.

“Few glassies down the Red Lion, before Glassy Junction innit?” Juggy said I could see his excitement; we hadn’t had a good session with the lads for over a week.

“Ha Juggy” I said “and don’t forget the ‘you know what’”, he grinned a toothy grin nodding furiously.

“So sacred is langar that even the emperor Akbar had to sit in line before he could do darshan of Guru Sahib Ji” continued Gyani Ji not altogether realising my lack of attention.

“Han-ji Gyani Ji “ I said as I waved another sewadhaar who filled my thali with more sabzi, I was now on the lookout for the roti-walla.

Although the sun was shining it was a crisp morning with a touch of frost, outside the sangat thronged and milled about, the ladies in their latest fashion items didn’t seem to feel the cold much, but I suppose if you want to show off your latest creation to the world the cold weather is going to be the last thing on your mind, and what great hairstyles they have these days I mused. Some have it cut really short, some shoulder length, some with streaks and some just short-back-and–sides, its great to be a Sikh!

Massi Ji caught my eye “Pupoo“ she called as I tried to melt into the crowd, but it was too late. She came over “How is my little Pupoo?” she asked.

“Massi Ji” I said looking a little sheepish “don’t call me that, I am a grown man now.“

“But you will always be my Pupoo” she said as she squeezed my left cheek. I desperately looked around to see if anyone else had heard her, my street cred’ would go right down the drain.

“Pupoo, as you know we are looking for a match for our Rekha, have you been asking around?” she enquired.

“Ha Massi I have been looking for a good strong Jatt boy“ the last bit I said in a low voice as we Sikhs are casteless as you know, “he must be tall and must be fair and from a respectable family with good prospects.” She looked at me with a cold stare not quite sure whether I was mocking her or not.

“What about Juggy, aah I mean Jagdish?” I said.

“That <banned word filter activated>” came the harsh reply. “He is as dark as my roti-tawa, with a toothy grin, dropped out of college because it was to hard, even though he was doing media studies, he is out all hours, a layabout and drools from the corner of his mouth.”

“Actually,that’s a pretty good description of Rekha” I mumbled under my breath.

“Kee?” came the even sharper reply.

“No, nothing massi Ji”

I saw Pritam Kaur over the other side with her cousins, no doubt swapping information about the latest wrinkle-free products from QVC I thought. The amount of money she spends on exfoliating this, dehydrating that, anti-aging the other was a crime, and QVC laughed all the way to the bank over its gullible customers. Our eyes met, a quick wink and she knew it was time to go home. I made my apologies to massi ji and left.

Arriving home we were just in time for the Eastenders omnibus. “Stick that roast chicken in the oven, love” I called out to Pritam Kaur as I kicked off my boots and my eyes were fast closing as I yawned and settled into my favourite armchair. :TH: